To release pent up emotions, I started to frequent chat rooms online. My partner is frustrated, seeing Bill Clinton having fun at the White House while he is still trying to make it big at the California edge. At forty-eight, he has yet to realize his American Dream. Cut off from his orgasmic body, he focuses on others sins, anxious to punish. There is nothing I can do to get his attention. His blood calls for respect. Surfing the net between dumps and comments, I was searching for models of harmony based on nature: circles of interwoven energies that bring balance and abundance to a group rather than dictation and intimidation. I imagined a Senate adopting the Native American Medicine Wheel as a model for conflict resolution, as opposed to rings of pitbulls, biting at each other's, to better destroy their opposites.